Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1887-11-11
THE CONDEMNED REDS.
A Glance at the Seven Men Awaiting
Execution in the Chicago
Jail.
Parsons Is Jaunty, Spies Sneering,
Fielden Quiet, and Lingg
Defiant.
fChicago specinl.1

Sheriff Matson has as yet made no prep.
arations that be is willing to give for pub.
LEGATION. Tho circumstances attending the
case make such q course on his part wise.
AS far as the actual work of setting up the
machinery of execution is concerned, it
can be done in very few
hours, and other necessary details can
be arranged at very short notice. There
is a feeling in some quarters that the Gov.
ernor may grant short respite upon
! proper application i'll orderto give the con-
demned time to prepare their souls for
eternity. The Sheriff dislikcs his job ex-
tremely, and feels that in view of the I'M
certainties in the matter any parade of
arrangements sooner than is necessary is
in poor taste.
The time is drawing NEAR" remarked
Jailer Folz, as his eyes rested on the pale
faces of the doomed men.
"Do they say anything about it?" he was
asked.
"Not word. They amt bit changed"
was the reply.
At that moment Fielden, with his long,
thick hair and beard bushy and defiant,
was leaning indolently against the iron
railing just i'll front of his cell, in an atti-
tude of seeming Indifference. Parsons
had his soft black hat iauntily cooked on
enjoy the prospect of his sixty minutes
freedom without the narrow boundaries of
his prison home. His hair was neatly
combed, his clothing was brushed clean,
and while chatting with three women who
called to sec him, he toyed with cigar
which he pulled from time to time. Lingg
in appearance grows more like wild ami
NAL every day. He has broadened out
across the chest since his confinement
in Jail, and appears to be strong as giant.
His face and head are covered with mass
of intractable hair, and his voice is a
hoarse. thick cultural.
Lingg is the only one of the anarchists
whose demeanor hasn't been changed by
right like a soldier and with heavy step,
as if he wanted to crush something every
time he put down his foot. A young
woman with an ample figure and healthy,
red face is his sweetheart, and calls to see
him almost every day. She visited him
this morning just moment or two after
Nina Van Zandt dropped in. Nina was
burdened with sundry baskets and parcels
for Spies, who took them with al inclusive
! composure, just as n man reaches out for
some money that has long been due him.
The eA- editor of the Arbeiter Ecitu11g is o
cold blooded gentleman. His usual ex-
preston or emotion is crafty smile, a
parting of the lips in grin full of guile
that exposes his teeth, which, by the way,
he brushes carefully every morning.
On his countenance of late there has grown
frown. In the pallance of the street, he
has the face of "kicllcr." He is no worse
off than Parsons; but Parsons has always a
pleasant word. and he is really bearing up
with nerve that is the admiration Of the
Jail officials.
There is not much change to he noted in
the others. Schwab is as apathetic as ever:
His wife, despite her pathetic appeal, will
not be allowed to embrace him before he
dles-so Jailer FolZ said this morning.
Engel looked like man who had aban-
doned hope; but Fisher was talkative and
sociable. None of the doomed men like
the presence of merely curious people, and
this morning none but friends called on
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